AN: This one gets a bit more PG-13. Not quite R. Tristan really can't help
being Tristan, so be warned. By the end we may need to bump up to R. I'll
see how it goes. Just to let you know what's in store. This one was a bit
longer in the writing process. It's starting to get hard to keep up with
the pace I'd set for myself. I never thought this story would get this
long, but it's taking on a life of it's own to me. As always, hope you
enjoy.
The next morning, Lorelai woke up to a loud banging noise. Her eyes flew open as she sat bolt upright in bed. However it dawned on her that it wasn't her bed. Disoriented for a moment, it wasn't until she saw Luke come out of the bathroom that she remembered where she was and why she was there. The events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Immediately she wondered if Luke had the same experience when he woke up this morning.
"Morning, Luke," Lorelai said, her voice still a little thick with the remnants of sleep.
Luke turned towards the voice he heard. Sitting up in Jess' old bed was Lorelai. Why was Lorelai in his apartment? He stood there, staring at her with his mouth gaping open. He had a horrible hangover, perhaps he was hallucinating. But why would he hallucinate that she was in Jess' bed? He really needed aspirin.
Seeing Luke looking at her like a deer caught in headlights, she decided to try again.
"Luke? What time is it?"
"Lorelai?"
"Last time I checked, yeah, though the way you're looking at me, I'm starting to doubt myself. . ."
"Why are you in my apartment at 4:30 in the morning?"
"Oh my God! You get up at 4:30 in the morning?"
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY APARTMENT?"
"Geez, Oscar, calm down. So you don't remember any of what happened last night?"
'What happened last night,' the words hung in the air as he racked his brain for any thought. Any at all would do. That just made his head hurt more, and he put his head in his hands, sitting down at the kitchen table. Seeing him like this kicked Lorelai back into 'mother mode' and she went over to the cabinet and found some aspirin and got him a glass of water. She put it down in front of him and sat on the chair next to him.
"No, I don't know what happened last night."
Lorelai offered a small smile, and began to explain, "Well, we went out to dinner, and you proceeded to drink your dinner and after you got done, I realized not only should you not drive, but I had locked my keys in my car. So I brought you back here since you informed me you HAD to be here and up early this morning. Ring any bells?"
Well, the drinking the dinner must have been right, he thought to himself. He had a dream last night that Lorelai was in his apartment and that he had kissed her—that had to have been a dream. He couldn't very well just come out and ask her, could he? He looked at her, and she was looking at him sort of funny. She was obviously expecting him to say something.
"I believe you?"
"Boy, Luke, guess you can't handle your liquor. Next time I'll just smack your hand away when you reach for the stuff."
"Lorelai, I know this is a dumb question, but did anything—else happen last night?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, trying not to feel the blush creeping up her neck into her cheeks.
"We didn't, you know," Luke coughed and his voice sounded like it might crack at any moment.
She had to fess up. He obviously remembered something. She might be able to convince him it was just an alcohol-induced dream, but did she really want that?
"Lorelai?"
"Yousortofkissedme."
"Wh-what? Can you slow that down a little, please?"
"You kissed me."
"Oh, I, wh--,"
"It's okay, Luke, you were upset and drunk, and,"
"That's not why I kissed you."
"What? I thought you didn't remember!"
"I have a vague recollection," Luke said, smiling at her.
"Luke," she said hesitantly.
"I think I'm going to do it again," he warned her.
"You think?"
Luke stood and pulled her up so she was standing up against him. He weaved his fingers in her long hair and brought her lips to his once more.
That evening Tristan and Rory came back to his apartment exhausted. He had taken her on a tour of campus, Saturday being the perfect day as the campus was virtually deserted. He had taken her out to the best restaurant in the area. Now all she wanted to do was curl up against him on the couch and enjoy some down time before she had to leave on Monday. Once she changed out of her nice clothes she came back out to the couch and plopped down next to him.
"Hey, you're on my bed," he complained.
"I don't wanna go back Monday," she sighed, resting her head into his chest. Today had been perfect and she didn't want it to end.
"I don't want to put you on that plane, either," he responded, kissing her hair.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
She looked up into his eyes. She knew it might make it harder later but she didn't want to spend another night without him. She had one more full day with him before she left, but she had no idea how long they were going to have to go between visits.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, whatever you want."
'So much for sleeping this weekend,' he thought to himself. He had spent most of last night laying awake thinking of her, and now with her next to him, not thinking of her was going to be damn impossible.
They headed off to bed and she curled up on his chest. He put his arm around her and ran his hands absent-mindedly through her hair.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"How is this going to work?"
"What? Us in general or is there some specific worry I can alleviate?"
"I mean, how often are we going to see each other? What happens when you go out to a party and meet girls, and," Rory rambled.
Tristan drew her closer to him, wrapping her in his arms.
"We can see each other as often as we need to. And you really don't need to worry about me meeting other girls."
"It's bound to happen."
"Me meeting other girls? Okay, I'll give you that. I will probably meet lots of women in my life. But as for that worrying you, well, that's just crazy talk."
"It's not that I doubt your fidelity, but we are barely dating, there's no real reason for you to have to be faithful to me."
"Rory, I think there's something you don't realize."
"What?"
He leaned down and kissed her. She rolled up on top of him and she was suddenly very aware of how quickly they could get wrapped up in the other. She couldn't remember what her life was like without him in it. Her hands were roaming over his well-defined chest and he had one hand behind her head and one in the small of her back, pulling her as close as possible to him. He rolled her over onto her back, resting his weight on his elbows. He pulled back and looked at her. Her swollen lips. Her glistening eyes. Even in the moonlit room he could tell her cheeks and neck were flushed.
"Has anyone ever made you feel like that?"
"No," she breathed.
"Me either. That's how I know you shouldn't worry."
She nodded against him, smiling as she pressed her face into his neck. He was really good at this. Reassuring her. Making her feel like the only girl in the world. She might not like being separated from him, but he didn't like it either.
Tristan brought her out of her thoughts by skimming his hand down her neck, around the sides of her breasts and lingering on her stomach. He doodled on her stomach with his finger for a moment, spelling out words, making her giggle at his actions. He made her insane, building up lust and then making her laugh the next second. She loved it, though. She leaned up and kissed him, interrupting his ministrations. As the kiss quickly became more heated, their tongues tangled, and his hand moved up her stomach and under her shirt. She gripped his shoulders and arched her back a little to give him better access to roam around her torso. His touch was electrifying and she bit her lip when he skimmed over her nipple with his nail.
"Tristan," she hissed.
Hearing her voice spurred him on, and he moved his mouth from her neck and bit down softly on her nipple through her shirt. She bucked up with her hips and brushed hard against him, causing him in turn to rest his head just under her collarbone.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah," he replied, trying to regulate his breath.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. It's just, if we keep at this I'm going to—well, I'm not going to be able to hold back."
"Hold back?"
"Yeah, you know? From going where this is going." 'Don't make me say it,' he thought.
"Where is this going?"
'If she really wants to know. . .'
"If we continue, I'm going to rip off any barriers to my wrapping your legs around my waist and fucking you 'til you can't see straight."
She held his gaze. He was impressed at that; he really thought she would have looked away. Actually, he thought he might get smacked for that, but he was just being honest. He was pretty sure she was blushing, but she held his gaze.
"And this is something you don't want to do?"
"God, Rory, you're killing me! Don't you think we should hold off, just a little while?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's getting harder though. Whenever I get near you, I just, I want to be as close as possible to you."
"Wow, what an understatement," he muttered.
"You're right though, I mean, we should probably hold off until we've had more than three dates. Cause we can't go back right?"
"Have you ever, I mean, have you?"
"Almost. I, well, no. I haven't."
"Should I even ask what 'almost' means?"
"It's just, I had given it a lot of thought in my last relationship. But we never had sex."
"Not my little Mary, anymore, huh?"
"Oh, God, Tristan, don't start with that! I hated that!"
"Sorry, sorry. I can't resist. I just can't believe I'm talking with you about sex."
"Well, it's seeming more inevitable. You just can't keep your hands off of me," she teased.
"Physical attraction was definitely never a problem for us. I've been dreaming about getting you like this, well, since your first day at Chilton."
Rory was awed.
"So Paris was right."
"Oh, man. Don't mention Paris while we're in bed! Can we make that a standing rule?"
Rory giggled, "Sure, I think that is a good rule. Are there going to be a lot more of these rules? Maybe I should make a list."
"That won't be necessary. I'll keep you updated on new ones, though."
"Goodnight, Tristan."
"Night, Rory."
He pulled her in close to him again and listened as her breath got even and watched the rise and fall of her chest as he drifted off to sleep himself.
The next morning, Lorelai woke up to a loud banging noise. Her eyes flew open as she sat bolt upright in bed. However it dawned on her that it wasn't her bed. Disoriented for a moment, it wasn't until she saw Luke come out of the bathroom that she remembered where she was and why she was there. The events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Immediately she wondered if Luke had the same experience when he woke up this morning.
"Morning, Luke," Lorelai said, her voice still a little thick with the remnants of sleep.
Luke turned towards the voice he heard. Sitting up in Jess' old bed was Lorelai. Why was Lorelai in his apartment? He stood there, staring at her with his mouth gaping open. He had a horrible hangover, perhaps he was hallucinating. But why would he hallucinate that she was in Jess' bed? He really needed aspirin.
Seeing Luke looking at her like a deer caught in headlights, she decided to try again.
"Luke? What time is it?"
"Lorelai?"
"Last time I checked, yeah, though the way you're looking at me, I'm starting to doubt myself. . ."
"Why are you in my apartment at 4:30 in the morning?"
"Oh my God! You get up at 4:30 in the morning?"
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY APARTMENT?"
"Geez, Oscar, calm down. So you don't remember any of what happened last night?"
'What happened last night,' the words hung in the air as he racked his brain for any thought. Any at all would do. That just made his head hurt more, and he put his head in his hands, sitting down at the kitchen table. Seeing him like this kicked Lorelai back into 'mother mode' and she went over to the cabinet and found some aspirin and got him a glass of water. She put it down in front of him and sat on the chair next to him.
"No, I don't know what happened last night."
Lorelai offered a small smile, and began to explain, "Well, we went out to dinner, and you proceeded to drink your dinner and after you got done, I realized not only should you not drive, but I had locked my keys in my car. So I brought you back here since you informed me you HAD to be here and up early this morning. Ring any bells?"
Well, the drinking the dinner must have been right, he thought to himself. He had a dream last night that Lorelai was in his apartment and that he had kissed her—that had to have been a dream. He couldn't very well just come out and ask her, could he? He looked at her, and she was looking at him sort of funny. She was obviously expecting him to say something.
"I believe you?"
"Boy, Luke, guess you can't handle your liquor. Next time I'll just smack your hand away when you reach for the stuff."
"Lorelai, I know this is a dumb question, but did anything—else happen last night?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, trying not to feel the blush creeping up her neck into her cheeks.
"We didn't, you know," Luke coughed and his voice sounded like it might crack at any moment.
She had to fess up. He obviously remembered something. She might be able to convince him it was just an alcohol-induced dream, but did she really want that?
"Lorelai?"
"Yousortofkissedme."
"Wh-what? Can you slow that down a little, please?"
"You kissed me."
"Oh, I, wh--,"
"It's okay, Luke, you were upset and drunk, and,"
"That's not why I kissed you."
"What? I thought you didn't remember!"
"I have a vague recollection," Luke said, smiling at her.
"Luke," she said hesitantly.
"I think I'm going to do it again," he warned her.
"You think?"
Luke stood and pulled her up so she was standing up against him. He weaved his fingers in her long hair and brought her lips to his once more.
That evening Tristan and Rory came back to his apartment exhausted. He had taken her on a tour of campus, Saturday being the perfect day as the campus was virtually deserted. He had taken her out to the best restaurant in the area. Now all she wanted to do was curl up against him on the couch and enjoy some down time before she had to leave on Monday. Once she changed out of her nice clothes she came back out to the couch and plopped down next to him.
"Hey, you're on my bed," he complained.
"I don't wanna go back Monday," she sighed, resting her head into his chest. Today had been perfect and she didn't want it to end.
"I don't want to put you on that plane, either," he responded, kissing her hair.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
She looked up into his eyes. She knew it might make it harder later but she didn't want to spend another night without him. She had one more full day with him before she left, but she had no idea how long they were going to have to go between visits.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, whatever you want."
'So much for sleeping this weekend,' he thought to himself. He had spent most of last night laying awake thinking of her, and now with her next to him, not thinking of her was going to be damn impossible.
They headed off to bed and she curled up on his chest. He put his arm around her and ran his hands absent-mindedly through her hair.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"How is this going to work?"
"What? Us in general or is there some specific worry I can alleviate?"
"I mean, how often are we going to see each other? What happens when you go out to a party and meet girls, and," Rory rambled.
Tristan drew her closer to him, wrapping her in his arms.
"We can see each other as often as we need to. And you really don't need to worry about me meeting other girls."
"It's bound to happen."
"Me meeting other girls? Okay, I'll give you that. I will probably meet lots of women in my life. But as for that worrying you, well, that's just crazy talk."
"It's not that I doubt your fidelity, but we are barely dating, there's no real reason for you to have to be faithful to me."
"Rory, I think there's something you don't realize."
"What?"
He leaned down and kissed her. She rolled up on top of him and she was suddenly very aware of how quickly they could get wrapped up in the other. She couldn't remember what her life was like without him in it. Her hands were roaming over his well-defined chest and he had one hand behind her head and one in the small of her back, pulling her as close as possible to him. He rolled her over onto her back, resting his weight on his elbows. He pulled back and looked at her. Her swollen lips. Her glistening eyes. Even in the moonlit room he could tell her cheeks and neck were flushed.
"Has anyone ever made you feel like that?"
"No," she breathed.
"Me either. That's how I know you shouldn't worry."
She nodded against him, smiling as she pressed her face into his neck. He was really good at this. Reassuring her. Making her feel like the only girl in the world. She might not like being separated from him, but he didn't like it either.
Tristan brought her out of her thoughts by skimming his hand down her neck, around the sides of her breasts and lingering on her stomach. He doodled on her stomach with his finger for a moment, spelling out words, making her giggle at his actions. He made her insane, building up lust and then making her laugh the next second. She loved it, though. She leaned up and kissed him, interrupting his ministrations. As the kiss quickly became more heated, their tongues tangled, and his hand moved up her stomach and under her shirt. She gripped his shoulders and arched her back a little to give him better access to roam around her torso. His touch was electrifying and she bit her lip when he skimmed over her nipple with his nail.
"Tristan," she hissed.
Hearing her voice spurred him on, and he moved his mouth from her neck and bit down softly on her nipple through her shirt. She bucked up with her hips and brushed hard against him, causing him in turn to rest his head just under her collarbone.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah," he replied, trying to regulate his breath.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. It's just, if we keep at this I'm going to—well, I'm not going to be able to hold back."
"Hold back?"
"Yeah, you know? From going where this is going." 'Don't make me say it,' he thought.
"Where is this going?"
'If she really wants to know. . .'
"If we continue, I'm going to rip off any barriers to my wrapping your legs around my waist and fucking you 'til you can't see straight."
She held his gaze. He was impressed at that; he really thought she would have looked away. Actually, he thought he might get smacked for that, but he was just being honest. He was pretty sure she was blushing, but she held his gaze.
"And this is something you don't want to do?"
"God, Rory, you're killing me! Don't you think we should hold off, just a little while?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's getting harder though. Whenever I get near you, I just, I want to be as close as possible to you."
"Wow, what an understatement," he muttered.
"You're right though, I mean, we should probably hold off until we've had more than three dates. Cause we can't go back right?"
"Have you ever, I mean, have you?"
"Almost. I, well, no. I haven't."
"Should I even ask what 'almost' means?"
"It's just, I had given it a lot of thought in my last relationship. But we never had sex."
"Not my little Mary, anymore, huh?"
"Oh, God, Tristan, don't start with that! I hated that!"
"Sorry, sorry. I can't resist. I just can't believe I'm talking with you about sex."
"Well, it's seeming more inevitable. You just can't keep your hands off of me," she teased.
"Physical attraction was definitely never a problem for us. I've been dreaming about getting you like this, well, since your first day at Chilton."
Rory was awed.
"So Paris was right."
"Oh, man. Don't mention Paris while we're in bed! Can we make that a standing rule?"
Rory giggled, "Sure, I think that is a good rule. Are there going to be a lot more of these rules? Maybe I should make a list."
"That won't be necessary. I'll keep you updated on new ones, though."
"Goodnight, Tristan."
"Night, Rory."
He pulled her in close to him again and listened as her breath got even and watched the rise and fall of her chest as he drifted off to sleep himself.